Furry Lewis Good Loking Girl Blues
Don't you wish : your good girl was long and tall like
mine
Lord she ain't good‑looking : but I think she takes her
time
Said my good girl said : she didn't want me no more
But she don't mind *dancing* : Lord everywhere I go
Lord the train I ride : is sixteen coaches long
And she don't *allow* nothing : but chocolate to the bone
I'm worried now : been worried all day long
Babe I'm going to be worried : until the day I'm gone
Lord there's some say yellow : but give me my black and
brown
When your high brown quit you : your black will run you
down
I want to see want to see : the girl I'm *for painted
about*
I be so glad : I sure can't help but shout
